I was born in 1974. (Yeah, yeah. I’ll do the math for you. I’ll be 32 in 23 days. Ack! How did that happen?)

I wonder if being surrounded by designs like these from the ’70s can account for my failed sense of style.

And I do admit, I used to covet the devil-may-care, caftan-riddled fashion sense of one Mrs. Roper.

Come on. You know that’s hot.